ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | LIV TYLER as THE LADY OF THE LAKE, the queen of the isle of apples, the lover of the great merlin, the woman who gave arthur the boy the means by which he became arthur the legend.
Her hand breaks the surface of the lake, and grasped between her thin fingers is the golden hilt of a long greatsword, crafted in flame and ice, waiting for a king. Years later, she will sit at Arthur’s table and tell tales of whirlwinds of fire, of hurricanes, of wind and sea that the goddess had used to cast the sword at her feet. She will tell him that it was destined for him, that this is the sword for a king of the ages, and she will ignore the hungry gleam in his sister’s eyes, she will ignore the tight lips of the old man at his side. This is the truth of kings, she knows: the crown is make believe. And men need a legend to worship. She lifts her goblet to her lips, and the wine is tart on her tongue. Kingmaker, she thinks. Mythmaker.
A mermaid is a legendary aquatic creature with the upper body of a female human and the tail of a fish. Mermaids appear in the folklore of many cultures worldwide. They are sometimes associated with perilous events such as floods, storms, shipwrecks and drownings. In other folk traditions (or sometimes within the same tradition), they can be benevolent or beneficent, bestowing boons or falling in love with humans.
ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | ROMOLA GARAI as SIGYN, the wife of loki, the goddess who stayed by his side through the passing of millenia in the dark depths of the earth, and lived to see her husband’s ragnarok.
The sound of dripping venom is the only movement in the dank cave, the hissing beast itself the only thing that seems, on quieter days, truly alive. Shhh, my love, she whispers, and her husband screams when she tips the venom from the bowl, he writhes and twists in the bonds of their son’s innards. Shh, my love. She pats his fevered forehead, averts her eyes from his ruined flesh, and gazes upwards, past the coiled serpent, past its giant scaled body, to the very heights of Valhalla. Oh, you shall pay, she thinks. You gods will tremble at the might of what will come. It will make you weak, o lords, how cruel we can be. She waits, sitting by her husband’s side, quietly patient and patiently scheming, gardening the fall of the gods. The end, when it comes, is as much hers as it is her husbands.
"People learn to love their chains."
"I am weary of war. I want to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl." "No, you are the blood of the dragon. dragons plant no trees."
HARRY POTTER SPELLS: a summary
I see enough of you to see the truth of you. And I like you.
Do you remember when you rode with me in the ambulance after I tried to kill myself?
That’s what love feels like.